"So how much you bettin this time asshole?"

A Pasty old man in a worn out security uniform chewed hastily on an unlit cigarette as he shuffled the worn out deck of cards in front of him. The yellowed toothy grin shown the confidence behind his smug gesture.

"Two beers.... and next fridays nightshift." Roman replied softly while leaning back on his aluminum folding chair. Freshly pressed navy blue button down with a patch of a white wolfs head outlined with a gold shield patched onto his arm draped loosely and untucked around him showing off the form fitted white undershirt underneath. His hands never leaving the pockets of his black BDU's.

"You haven't even looked at yer cards sport, how ya know yer gerna win this time?" The old man raised a bushy gray eyebrow. 

Roman leaned back on the chair and gave a half assed smirk. "I got luck on my side... plus your a shit bluff Steve." 

The old mans brow frowed and he gritted his teeth so hard it almost chewed the cigarette in two. Slamming the deck down on the flimsy table made of some plywood and a couple milk crates and shown the 5 cards hidden under his liverspotted and bony hands. "Read em an weep! Two pair!" Steve blurted out dropping his already massacared cigarette on the ground. Roman just smiled and grunted as he slowly rose off his chair and gave a pat on Steves back as he checked his cell for any missed calls. "Better luck next time Steve... I'll be collecting those beers Monday, but for now I gotta check on a cute red head." Roman stuffed his cell in his pocket before walking off not even looking at his cards. Steve just sat there trying to figure out what happened. 

"Wait... what? I won! Didn't I?.... wait didn't I?" He shouted to the already gone Roman in confusion.

Giving a quick glance down at the unturned cards he flipped them over only for his jaw to drop in amazment at the sight of a royal flush.

"DagNabbit! You little cheatin dog you! I'll find out how ya did it you son-ova-BITCH!" 

Steve rambled on to himself before reshuffling the cards again attempting to figure out how he cheated. "Damn cheat always gives me his days to work, what's so special about Friday?"

Roman walked down to the nearby bus stop and hopped on the 3am to his avenue. Pulling his cell back out before tossing out a mass text. "Next moon is this Friday... get your shit together before than and meet at the usual spot, please no late runners... I'll bring the burgers and hot dogs."